Hushed Willows I got you first

He was worried sometimes of making her uncomfortable. If his shows of affection were too much, or if he was too presumptuous, trying to place himself in a portion of her life that he didn't deserve. Stark wouldn't do that - he wouldn't push himself onto her though he was so happy to be there at her side in whatever capacity that he could. There was no pressure to be had from the dark male, considering all that she had dealt with he wasn't going to push himself into her life. 

For a moment he was afraid that she might have wanted him away, but once they had touched she relaxed considerably. He couldn't think of how nice that was, because it could have just been gratitude from her and he really didn't need to get his hopes up. So he instead just smiled, relaxing himself as she nestled into him. No one could have squeezed into the den, not with them blocking it off, and for a very selfish moment he could ignore the rest of the world.

No pack, no Reek, no threat or worries of anything. For a moment they could just pretend - and if Stark had to say so he didn't mind that at all.